Mansi, Nisha, and I would mostly be classified as Mare.”
“Although between us, I would say Nisha would be largest and I would be the smallest.”
“And what about the men?” I eagerly asked trying to understand in which category she had slotted me. I vaguely remember having such a talk with an old friend of mine but never really dwelled on it beyond that point.
“Men are classified into Hare, Bull, or Horse,” she said.
“Among the men, I feel Arun would be close to a Bull, Vinit almost a hare and Rahul certainly is a horse.”
“What about me?” I asked not waiting for her to continue.
“You would be a bull too,” she answered to my satisfaction. Her explanation was not very unexpected.
“Now the pairing is very clear, obviously the closer the sizes, the better the pairing.”
“Nisha would really enjoy sex with Rahul, since probably she can only be happy with someone his size.”
“Mansi on the other hand could be satisfied by any bull.”
“However, it is only the horse that can give her heavenly pleasure.”
“She is large enough to accommodate a horse but can’t really accommodate unless she has a strong urge and desire to do so.”
“Rahul on the other hand might find her vagina tight but then just enough to make sex pleasurable with her,” she explained.
“What if she is not able to accommodate him?” I asked again not very certain she could really entertain somebody that big.
“We should have an answer tonight,” she quickly replied.
“Are you interested in watching the movie?” she asked. The cell phone rang, it was Rahul. It was already 10:00pm and we were still in the parking lot, although we weren’t very far from the theatre. The movie was supposed to start around 10:15pm or so?
She spoke to him and lied that we had a flat tire and Ajoy was changing the tire.
“We should be there by 10:30,” she said and kept down the phone.
“So, do you want to find out the answer?” she asked.
“Yes, but how?” I asked.
“We could eavesdrop on them instead of watching the movie.”
“But how?”
“We don’t know where they would be in the theatre?” I asked.
“I know, I can find out.”
“Does Rahul know?” I asked.
“No. He would kill me if I were up to something like this,” she said.
“I am not going to share anything that happened between us with him,” she assured me.
“Will we be able to see them in that dark?”
“Oh don’t worry.”
“If Mansi’s head disappears sometime during the movie then you have your answer.”
“Do you really think she would do that?” I asked her excitedly.
“I am certain,” she said confidently.
“And you can be certain if she gives him a blowjob that she can accommodate him.”
“But you need to promise,” she said.
“What?”
“That you would encourage Mansi to pursue an affair with Rahul,” she said.
“Is that required?” I asked.
“Oh, she is a married Indian woman and might feel guilty of doing this,” Rohini clarified.
“During those critical moments you need to help her overcome her guilt.”
“You would be amazed how much better your sex life would be!”
“You should the different tomorrow night itself,” she continued.
“Now drive on,” she said.
“Oh sorry about not letting you ejaculate,” she said squeezing my crotch but this was required for you to enjoy the movie. Her lips parted and we shared one last kiss before I drove to the theatre.
During the drive, I couldn’t contain my excitement and was certainly looking forward to a new life with Rahul and Rohini. With my consulting career, I was not able to spend much time with Mansi and Rahul could certainly fill in the void during the days I am gone. I was concerned about sharing her over the weekends, though. Weekends were the only time we really had good sex.
My consulting job required me to be away four days a week and I usually returned late night on Thursdays. So, I only had 3 nights with her as I had to catch red eye flight to fly to New York. I expressed my concern of having to share her with Rahul during the weekends.
“Oh! Don’t be so possessive,” she consoled.
“Let her decide, give her a free rein,” she continued.
“You would reap the rewards for your generosity!”
“Although, you might have to encourage her a little bit initially in subtle ways,” she said.
“Subtle?” I was a bit confused.
“Well need to ensure that their affair takes off well.”
“And that Mansi doesn’t harbor any guilt.”
“But how do I encourage her?” I asked. I had missed an exit as I was lost in the conversation and that meant another 5-10 minutes delay.
“Oh, you are so excited,” she teased, “You even missed the exit!”
“I don’t understand?”
“What subtle ways should I be using?” I said asking her for further clarification?
“In the initial period,” she started explaining.
“You should leave them alone as much as you can.”
“Think of genuine ways you could do this without making it obvious.”
“For e.g. don’t come home for a weekend so that Rahul has her for the entire weekend.”
“As time passes, she would become more comfortable and enjoy having sex with him.”
“This would percolate into your sex life.”
“The more she misses sex with you, the better your sex would be the next time.”
“On weekends, when we get together, we could perhaps rent couple of movies to watch.”
“And then half way through the movie you could pretend sleepiness and quit.”
“I could do the same sometime down the line, so that they both can take advantage of the opportunity.”
“You could have her afterwards when she returns, anyway.”
“Remember that although she is your wife, she is his mistress.”
“Mansi needs to understand this pretty well.”
“With our persistent efforts Mansi would get this message.”
“She would understand that she needs to fulfill her mistress duties before her wifely duties.”
I had parked the car in a convenient location and we rushed towards the theatre. As I checked the watch it was 10:40pm already. My heart was beating very hard in anticipation of witnessing my wife for the first time with another man. It was also a testing moment for me where my wife was about to decide our fates — whether we had any future with Rahul and Rohini. By this time I started to comprehend the relationship Rahul and Rohini wanted from us and perhaps even looked forward to it.
As we entered the Cineplex, Rohini whispered to me, “Keep a very low profile, bend down and just follow me.”
“We would be sitting couple of rows behind them.
Don’t sit upright; scoop down instead so that the row in front of us would block us comfortably.”
The movie had already started and as expected, she quickly found out where both of them were sitting. They were sitting on the left hand of the theatre, almost 10 rows from the screen. As per plan we were supposed to be sitting on the left hand side farthest from the screen i.e. behind Mansi and Rahul but closer to the behind wall.
The theatre was fairly deserted as per Rahul’s expectations. I could note that there were hardly 25-30 people in the theater and no one was particularly close to them. They were kind of midway on the left hand side. We quickly sat couple of rows behind them, diagonally opposite to them towards the left hand aisle.
Mansi was to his right and from our angle we could get a glimpse of her face if she turned towards him. As we settled down, we saw that both of them were sitting comfortably in their chair and didn’t seem to have started their romp yet.
Within a few minutes of our arrival, I noted that Rahul motioned towards her and got his arm around her. Mansi didn’t object to it but neither did she lean into him. His hand was more on the back of Mansi’s chair and less on her. He continued his casual talk as he alternated his gaze between the screen and her beautiful face. She continued to watch the movie and didn’t take any effort to make any eye contact with him.
Nothing much happened for several minutes and I was getting concerned if anything would happen at all. I turned towards Rohini and she came pretty close to me, presuming that I was trying to kiss her. She parted her lips and we kissed, not very passionate but a casual open mouthed kiss. Between the kiss, I whispered to her, “Is anything going to happen?”
She assured me, “Very soon Rahul should break her resolve.”
Then there was a lesbian kiss on the screen between Sarah Michelle Gellar and Selma Blair. I was quite certain that Mansi had never witnessed a French kiss between women. Rahul rightfully seized the opportunity to close into her as his hand circled her and brought her closer. Surprisingly Mansi didn’t resist this time. From our position, we could not clearly see the faces but general movements and for the rest I had to use my imagination. I felt Rohini’s hand squeezing my hand as this happened. What surprised me further is that although Mansi was a bit uncomfortable, she was turning towards him while talking, which meant her lips were very close to his.
Rohini leaned into me and said, “See in the next few moments he is going to suck nectar from her lips.”
The conversation on the screen was over and Sarah and Selma had locked their lips in a sensuous kiss.
I asked, “Would she part her lips?”
“Oh yes,” she whispered in my ear, “she would swap saliva with him in the very first kiss.”
As predicted, within a few moments they were kissing. Again, I wished I could see them more clearly but it was clear that it was a long kiss rather than a short peck. So, I guessed she must have parted her lips.
Things started getting heated up as the kiss progressed. I could see Mansi squirm in her seat as Rahul leaned into her, perhaps squeezing her breasts under the saree. She actually moved forward almost bending downwards; perhaps she was too shy to let Rahul handle her breasts. Rahul too was on top of her trying to cajole her to let him play with her breasts. After a little persuasion, she leaned back, took a quick look behind. We were expecting this and hence had kept ourselves low in the seats all the time.
Ensuring that nobody was near them, she turned towards him and offered him another kiss. I was getting a bit jittery and couldn’t stand the distance from where we were watching. I urged Rohini, “Let’s move forward, we can’t see anything from here.”
Reluctantly she tagged along me as we crawled to the next row. Now there were two rows between us and them. As we sat in the seat we note that Rahul was kissing her checks as his left hand groped her breasts, I imagined. I wondered if her brassiere was still on and asked Rohini. She looked a bit more carefully and said, “Yes she still has it on but it won’t remain on for long.”
“Are you enjoying the show,” she whispered cupping my crotch. We noticed that he was talking to her all along as he did this. But then suddenly she pulled away from him. Didn’t quite understand the reason but Rohini helped me, “See now he is requesting her to unhook her bra and let him play with her bare breasts.”
We both were filling in the gaps with our imagination. And we were most of the time guessing it correctly. Mansi glanced around in a similar fashion again and then she grabbed her pallu and got it around her right shoulder. This was a clear indication that she was trying to hide her brassiere, more importantly so that she can unhook her brassier underneath the garb of covered pallu. She sunk in her seat as Rahul eagerly waited for her to unhook the brassiere. It seemed on her request he was not staring at her but instead turned his face towards the screen pretending to watch the movie. Within a minute she had unhooked her blouse and pulled up her brassiere providing uninhibited access to Rahul.
While she was unhooking her blouse, Rohini pulled me and said, “Watch!”
“Rahul won’t make a move until she invites him to play with her breasts.”
“It is a technique he uses to ensure that he remains the dominant partner in the relationship,” she elaborated.
True to her words, Rahul didn’t even flinch a bit. It seemed he was lost in the movie and after a minute or two after Mansi had unhooked her blouse did she nudge him, again we were using our imagination, as he turned towards her. I guessed, she didn’t say a word but glanced downwards hinting towards her breasts. This much invitation was good enough for Rahul to make the next move.
They were sunk in her seats and her face was turned towards him as Rahul was toying with her breasts under the pallu. I was certain that she must have been moaning as he may be trying to twirl her nipples between his fingers. Mansi’s nipples were very tiny and despite my ardent effort they didn’t grow that much, although her overall bust size increased significantly in past two years. I wondered if Rahul would be able to even grasp them and said so to Rohini. She responded by saying, “It is very common for young girls to have very tiny aureoles and nipples.”
She added further, “She is almost a virgin,” hinting at my small pecker compared to Rahul’s, her hands cupping my erect penis again.
“Don’t worry,” she assured, “Rahul would transfer this young, almost virgin girl into a perfect woman for you,” her grip tightened further putting me at the verge of next orgasm.
They were freely deep kissing as the action was getting more intense and within the next 5 minutes Rahul kneeled down in front of her. And we saw Mansi willingly raised the pallu enough to accommodate for Rahul’s head and then she started breast feeding him. It was amazing to see my wife of a little over 2 years acting sluttish in a public place. Mansi continued to moan (my imagination) as Rahul tasted her breasts. I imagined him taking her tiny nipples into his mouth and nibbling on them. This continued for a while and then it ended suddenly. Rohini helped me understand what must have transpired. She said, “I guess he must have been trying to undo her Saree.”
“Really?” I responded excitedly.
“She won’t let him though.”
“It is too risky and cumbersome to do so in such a public place.”
“You mean to suggest she would have done it had this not been a public place?” I asked puzzled by her assumption. It was still a bit difficult for me to understand that she would let him have uninhibited sex with her in their very first meeting.
“Why?”
“Do you doubt?” she asked teasing me.
“Look now,” she continued, “She would instead masturbate him.”
“Watch carefully,” she said.
“Rahul would let her take the lead.”
“He won’t even urge her for it but she would not only masturbate him but also fellate him.”
My eyes were fixed on them as she whispered into my ear, “She will not be able to resist the temptation.”
Rahul had returned to his seats and still had his arm around her. Mansi now was almost in his arms and slightly twisted, almost sitting sideways facing him. I wondered if the encouragement that Rohini provided this morning to Mansi is the reason behind her behavior. There didn’t seem to be any suggestion from Rahul but she seemed to be toying with his erection. We were into the last segment of the movie and only had 15-20 minutes left and I whispered to Rohini, “It may not happen after all.”
“We have just 15-20 minutes before the move ends,” I reasoned.
“Oh that is enough,” she answered, “not enough for him to cum in her mouth, though.” It reminded me of an occasion when I had inadvertently cum in her mouth and she fled to the bathroom and thoroughly rinsed her mouth. I was not certain if Mansi could handle the bitter taste of cum.
“Besides, this is the time where Mansi has to prove that she can be the ideal mistress for Rahul,” she continued.
“A good mistress doesn’t let her marital vows interfere with her duty to pleasure her master.”
“She needs to prove that she is willing to pleasure him even in a semipublic place such as this.”
“Only then can she evolve into an ideal mistress for Rahul,” she added. While she was tutoring me on the duties of a mistress, I noticed that Mansi’s head was gradually descending into his lap. We had about 10 minutes left and I wondered if she would go till the end. I couldn’t contain my excitement and desperately wanted to get a glimpse of her head bobbing on his penis. Despite, Rohini insisting not to, I crawled towards the left aisle and moved forward until I was almost in their row. I slowly peeped into the aisle, slightly above the seat arm rest and could clearly see them.